2004 - Mississippi School for Mathematics and Science

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Felt tip penAcross your skin, graceful lines form valleys of ink.Your pores expand to let the foreign substance in.Your body reacts and you tingle with excitement.Heavy breathing starts to come in.Light, wispy touches tickle you with glee, as pup’s paws are drawn on your feet.Feeling more daring, you bare your stomach… a heart is drawn with an arrow pointingdown the middle. Ah, but physical love isn’t for what you aim.A second heart, under a bare chestHalf under sternum, half under breast.Creamy, smooth skin, Can I touch it again? The passion of tension increases.The pen is drawn up the neck, where our lips meet for the first time.Eyes open wide, did I cross the line?You look back languidly at me. Then it can be truly seen.A love so deep in body, spirit, and mindPhysical tension so strong, yet undefined.The pen is dropped as a full embrace occursThen the tongue takes the place of the pen’s soft swerves.Bodies glisten, and consummation takes place.Hunger and exhaustion leave us loosely at peace.On the mass-less void, we drift within.All because of a felt tip pen.Chris GreshamSecond Place, Poetry CompetitionGrassSpray PaintAndy GuanS V0 8
A Hard PathKendrell WellsAt a very young age, I was sent by myteenage parents to live in McAdams,Mississippi, with my grandfather. My grandfatherwas shaped by the 1920s and didn’t hesitatein passing on the hard-knock life to me. Asa lesson on resourcefulness and appreciation, Ihad to buy my own soap, toothpaste, andother toiletries with the money I earned. Afterspending the day at school, I would grudginglycome home to help my granddad cut timber;repair farm equipment; tend to livestock; andeither plant, hoe, or harvest the endless fields.The tasks seemed tedious at the time, but Iknow now that my grandfather was showingme the virtues of life rather than preachingthem to me.My grandfather’swork ethic was greaterthan that of any man I’veever known. He didn’tstop working after retiringfrom a twenty-fiveyear career in theChicago steel industry;instead, he returned toMississippi where heworked his 120 acres offarm and timber land. Inaddition to farming andcutting timber, my grandfatherand I created Wells& Sons Lawn CareService, a business thatbrought our number oftrades to three. At thetime, I thought mygrandfather was crazy forgiving up a “made” life only to pursue hardlabor. I now appreciate my grandfather’s sacrificeof giving up his retirement to teach me therewards of hard work.The years passed, and as I aged, so did mygrandfather. As the eldest of all the grandchildrenthat he provided home for, I began totake on responsibilities beyond that of normalteenagers. Very few high school students havebeen the cook of their house. “What’ll it betonight?” I’d ask my grandfather as I anticipatedthe night’s challenge. Perhaps the most frequentand challenging response he gave was,“Whatever you can whip up.” Although itseemed to be a nonchalant response, mygrandfather was calling upon my ingenuity andcreativity. He was reminding me that the fate ofour home was becoming my responsibility andthat I must learn how to make important decisionsfor myself as well as others if I am tobecome a leader.With my grandfather’s passing, I’ve adopteda new rigor, attending the Mississippi Schoolfor Mathematics and Science, a residential highschool for the academically gifted. Jugglingadvanced courses, athletics,and club leadershippositions; beingan Emissary; conductinguniversity researchprojects; and takingindependent studycourses can potentiallybecome a burden.However, the ethicsmy grandfatherinstilled in me allowme to overcome theseobstacles.The most influentialconcept that mygrandfather taught mewas that I could beanything that I wantedto be. Regardless ofmy race, hometown,or high school attended,I was not at a disadvantage. Simply beingborn in a small rural town did not destine meto become a country boy who works his fingersto the bone and has nothing to show for it butbony fingers. Rather, I was given an opportunityto learn through the work set before me.Hard work, though a hard path, will lead meto success.TilinePhotographSara PeekS V0 9
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